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, Lima said with a devious smile. “I know that smile too well. What is your good news?”, Dolores asked. “I need your forgiveness first, Mother”, Lima said in a small voice. Dolores smirked. “Holding something I want over me. I see my teachings are still in you. You are your mother’s daughter after all. You have my forgiveness, now spill”, she said. Lima smiled and sat beside her. “The Don is in town”, she said with a smile. “Okay which one?”, Dolores asked.

Baron's office, a dimly lit room with a hint of cigar smoke. Carlos stands nervously, clutching a suitcase, while Baron sits behind his desk, a cold gaze fixed on Carlos. Baron leaned back in his chair, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "So, Carlos, I hear you're here to make a delivery." Carlos swallowed hard, trying to hide his fear, but his voice trembled anyway. "Y-yes, sir. I have the package right here." He held up the suitcase, his hands shaking slightly.

The Don looks in Norwan’s direction and gives him a small smile. “And you’re the Alpha, the ex-husband of my daughter who made her cry, am I right?” Don asks, and his voice suddenly changes as he says that. Norwan swallows and bravely nods to Don. A small smile forms on Don’s lips before he nods at the two.

Everything about him screamed “bad news.” “Your cousin?” I repeated, my skepticism evident in each word. “Cousins don’t hold hands like that. And wasn’t it your army brother who showed up the other day? Who’s this Don that I’ve never heard of until now?” Don’s smirk widened as he took a step forward, his tone dripping with challenge. “So, what, you don’t trust Jessica?” he asked, his voice carrying an edge of defiance. “You got a problem with me being here?”

Carson replies. "Great, bye.” I walk out. Nala's POV I wake up and Don isn't in the room, but it doesn't bother me since he usually leaves early. I take my bath and go to the closet to pick out an outfit. I come face to face with a note on the wall. I just want you to know. I care about you, and I'm sorry I made you think otherwise. Good morning, sunshine. -Your Don I smile at the note. I guess he really wants to make it up to me. I put on a gown and I let my hair down. I go downstairs for breakfast. The table conversation is normal, with Claire's constant teasing and Betty's questions about Don and me.

Therefore, Y laughed loudly. “Argh, yuck, Zaykee,” Don whined with his vein in his right temple popping. “Just choose already!! Or else, I’ll kill them both!!” Don shouted for losing his temper. Zaykee gulped as he felt the pressure from Don even though he was away from an estimated distance of three meters. He can’t help but clench his both fists and teeth with his furrowed brows. ‘Tch, I hate pressure and tension, this reminds me of my terror father!’ He whined while glaring at Don.

“ You…..get the hell out of my house . “ said mr Donovan angry . “ Me ?……..Why ? I came to stay . “ said Antonio with a smirk . “ To stay ? This is the last time I am warning you . Get lost ! Get lost to wherever you came from ! “ said mr Donovan . “ He he he he he ! Mr Donovan , can you replace the blood in your veins ? “ asked Antonio with a calm expression leaving mr Donovan with a speechless look . “ No ?……Then , you have no other choice but to get used to the fact of having me around . After all , your blood is my blood whether you like it or not……..Oh , by the way , Antonia has told me about how sceptical you are so we can also take a DNA test . That is , so that you can be convinced .

Just a rumor that no one was bold enough to say it loud lest they get themselves dragged out of their own houses at night. Anyway, Don was waiting for rest results the doctor had taken a few minutes back. By his bedside was the favorite of his wives. The only one who was able to conceive a baby girl but it died in its mother's womb and she had a still birth. She was seated with a magazine at hand, thumbing through the pages. There was also someone else in there. Don's right hand man and his aid de camp, the general of his entire army, Carlos was his name. Bald head, no beard making him look like an egg, hearing device in his left ear, red tie white shirt and black suit and he had this nasty

Getting towards the kitchen, I froze at the sight of the only person that has dominated my head since I stepped foot into this mansion. The Don. He is shirtless and seated on one of the stools close to the island and sipping his drink from a glass. My eyes roamed his body, his broad shoulders and his tattoos running from his arms up to his neck. I felt the need to clench my legs together as I kept feeding my eyes with his physique till they met his eyes and my heart raced.

Thanks to Doni, who talked about strip clubs and strippers at every opportunity, Eugene knew everything about the nearby strip clubs and their strippers despite never having visited one. Big Mouth. That was Doni's nickname. True to his nickname, he was an incredible chatterbox. In this world, talking too much unnecessarily was practically inviting death, but he had the skill to know what to say even while chattering. His chatter was exhausting, but thanks to him, Eugene had learned a lot about this place.